Page 47 of Manny Included

He kept stroking Bay’s cock, petting him as he kissed and nuzzled his way south on the fine body.

“Fuck, yes.Please.Yes.”Bay’s hands were still on him, but they were beginning to wander, Bay’s brain clearly no longer in charge.

That worked for him because he could just wander down and give the man the best blow job of his life.At least he hoped so.

He made it down to Bay’s belly button, nuzzled there, and then bumped the tip of Bay’s cock with his chin.

Bay cried out, hips bucking.

Then there was another cry—one of the kids—and Bay groaned.

“Shh, shh.Maybe they’ll settle.”He didn’t want to hurry this.This was too good to rush.

“You think?”Bay seemed to be holding his breath.

“I hope.”One was different than the other…

“Me, too.Like more than I’ve ever hoped for anything before.”

He grinned at Bay and leaned down to wrap the tip of the sweet cock in his lips.

That was definitely a whimper coming from Bay, and Bay opened and closed his hands on Pete’s shoulders.

He just needed to get to work, sucking and licking and giving Bay all the pleasure he could.

And it looked like he could—there wasn’t any more noise from the kids.

He opened up, sucking sure and steady, tongue lashing Bay’s shaft.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”The curse was muffled, and he glanced up to find Bay had shoved his hand into his mouth to keep himself quiet.

That was right.They just needed to finish this, together.He just had to get Bay off.

In a way, it was too bad; he would have loved to take his time and explore Bay’s cock properly, but with four kids who were prone to waking from nightmares in the house, that wasn’t a good bet, so he kept the suction strong and quick.

Bay’s muffled moans floated down to him, the man’s hips rocking, pushing the thick cock deep into his throat.He took every inch, loving how Bay’s thighs went rock hard.

It wasn’t going to be long now, and he swallowed hard around the head, then slapped the tip as Bay pulled back.

Muffled as it was, Bay’s cry was still louder this time and he slammed back in, coming down Pete’s throat.

He swallowed, over and over, taking Bay in and feeding off that pleasure.

Bay groaned and sank into the bed, hand stroking his head.

Pete relaxed, nuzzling Bay’s belly.“Oh, thank you.”

Bay snorted.“No, thankyou.”

He smiled up.“Still not sorry.”

“Yeah, I’m having trouble feeling sorry myself.”Bay stroked his face.

He kissed Bay’s fingertips.He needed to get up, get cleaned, put on pajamas.

“I should get back to my room,” Bay murmured, regret in his voice.“Before one of the kids really wakes up.”

“Yeah.I understand.”He didn’t like it, but he understood.